your hand, they will put too steep a
price upon her head.”
He was
right.
Garon
stepped back.
Lorne took
point. “You marred the merchandise. Do you think we’ll pay full price for this
group?”
The
traders talked amongst themselves. One stepped forward. “Half,” he said, his
voice muffled with the breathing apparatus in place. “You will pay half or we
will leave.”
“For the
lot?” Lorne said. “Half? Have you abused them all as well?”
Jaston
puffed out his chest. “We will pay half for the lot. Now leave.”
Never
before had they purchased all the women brought forth. The men of Ralen
always confirmed the women wanted to stay. This was different. The abuse was
clear. They could not permit these traders to keep any of the females.
The
females huddled together and Garon was surprised to see the one who sparked his
interest take a leadership position among them. She and two others began
calming the women.
“Shh,” she
said to one who had begun to cry. “It could be worse. We could be back on board
with the walking and talking fishmen.”
“You heard
what the guards told us before we landed,” another said, sniffling. “They said
these men are cruel and will rape and kill us if we misbehave.”
Rape and
kill them?
Garon and
the rest of the Ralenium warriors spun around to face the traders. Several of
his men lost control and shifted forms. As they roared in animal form, looking
every bit as fierce as they were, many of the women screamed. Garon would try
to soothe the women’s fears, but first he had to deal quickly with the traders.
He took a step in their direction. The traders shared one look and then ran for
their ship. They were on board in the blink of an eye. Garon gave the hand
signal to the main control center to release the electronic hold they had upon
the vessel. Within seconds the traders were in flight.
Lorne
shrugged. “It would appear this lot of women is free.”
Garon shook
his head and spun around. He pointed to the men who had shifted into beast
form.
Return back at once , he pushed on their mental path. You frighten the females.
The men
obeyed, and when they shifted into normal form once more they were left
standing before the women as naked as the day they were born. They drew much in
the way of shocked stares from the females.
Jaston
stepped forward and addressed the women. “We are Ralenium. We are a proud group
of people. Raping and killing women is not what we do.”
“You’re
monsters,” one of the women said. “Beast monsters.”
Jaston
flinched but continued to speak calmly, “We will find lodging for you until
arrangements can be made to have you taken to Tagun, our sister planet. The
Union is in force there. You will be able to…”
A number
of the women burst into hysterical tears. A female with hair so red it looked
to be on fire, glared at Jaston. “Stop helping. The more you talk the worse it
gets.”
Jaston’s
frustration with the female showed on his face, making the males hide their
laughter.
The woman
who stirred Garon’s loins looked to him. She blinked, her blue eyes beckoning
him. “Most of us have nowhere to go, and if we’re taken to a Union-controlled
planet we’ll end up in prisons or far worse.”
Lorne
lifted his arms. “As touching as that is, Ralen is not a planet that takes in
refugees. The women who reside here are married or whores who service any man
who enters the Houses of Pleasure. If you wish to remain here, I suggest you
warm up to the idea of being selected by a man or fucked by many and quickly.
We’re busy people. We haven’t the time to devote to—”
She
squared her shoulders. “We understand what you’re saying.”
She looked
at the other women and they huddled in together. After a moment, the brunette
stepped forward. “We accept your terms.”
“Our
terms?” Garon questioned.
She
nodded. “We accept the terms laid out that if we wish to stay we must be
selected by a male of your race or we